He had such quiet eyesShe did not realiseThey were two pools of liesLayered with thinnest iceTo her, those wuiet eyesWere breathing desolate sighsImploring her to be niceAnd to render him paradiseIf only she’d been wiseAnd had listened to the adviceNever to compromiseWith pleasure-seeking guysShe’d be free from ‘the hows and whys’Now here’s a bit of adviceBe sure that nice really niceThen you’ll never be losing at diceThough you lose your heart once or twice

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